Chapter 152

At huashanda Hotel, where Han Fanghua is going to hold a press conference, at 8 o'clock the next morning, many media reporters were already waiting there.

Ji Zitong also arrived at huashanda hotel early.

Although Ji Zitong is famous, there is no picture of her on the Internet. In addition, she is only a lawyer. Today, Ji Zitong is very ordinary and no one recognizes her.

Ji Zitong found an empty seat in the corner and sat down, waiting for the time to pass.

In the waiting time, Ji Zitong's eyes swept around the hall and found several reporters from the newspapers of the Mu group.

Ji Zitong heard that several reporters were bewitching other reporters.

"Han Fanghua is so shameless. He insults the predecessors in the entertainment industry and says he is innocent."

"Yes, she is the cancer of the entertainment industry. This kind of person should be expelled from the entertainment industry."

Other reporters have questions on their faces.

"Is there any secret in this matter?"

"Can there be any secret, iron evidence put there, but also wash white?"

"That's to say, I see that she just wants to sell the tragedy and ask for forgiveness when she opens this news conference. This kind of person can never be forgiven!"

"Nothing to say today will make her succeed."

Ji Zitong coldly looks at the reporters who seem to safeguard social justice, looking at their dirty plans behind their back, and how to force Han Fanghua into a desperate situation, so that she can't wash white.

There has been an unspoken rule in the press circle for a long time. In their eyes, the so-called justice is to deliberately distort the facts and let the parties get into trouble, so as to achieve the effect of public opinion and win benefits for their company. They don't care about the facts behind them. They just want to know what they are reporting, There is no value of public opinion.

In the information age, many public media are no longer purely defending justice.

Han Fanghua is in the vortex created by the media.

If Han Fanghua can't get rid of her guilt, these media will never let her go, or even dig out her ancestor's 18 generations to be reprimanded on the Internet.

There was a sudden exclamation among the reporters.

"I heard that Yan Beichen, President of Yan's group, will attend the Ancheng business summit in the International Conference Center opposite this morning."

"Really? Really? Doesn't it mean that Yan Beichen won't participate? Why did he suddenly decide to take part? "

"I don't know. This is the news I just learned that Yan Beichen has just arrived at the International Conference Center opposite."

"Lying trough, I missed such news."

"Brother, don't be discouraged. When Yan Beichen arrived at the conference center, he was going to have a meeting. At most, he just showed up. The most important thing is today's press conference, which will last for two hours. We'll wait until the press conference is over."

"That's what I said!"

Listening to the conversation of two reporters, Ji Zitong is surprised.

Did Yan Beichen go to the International Conference Center opposite?

Just thinking about it, Ji Zitong's mobile phone rings.

Ji Zitong takes out his mobile phone and looks at it. It's Yan Beichen.

Talk of the devil and he comes.

Ji Zitong is afraid to be heard. She calls Yan Beichen, so she hides in the corner with her mobile phone.

Yan Beichen's familiar low voice came from the other side of the microphone.

"Where is it?"

"I'm in the hotel." Ji Zitong asked: "I just heard that you have arrived at the International Conference Center opposite?"

"Well." Yan Beichen's voice paused a little and then said, "I'll finish at about 11 o'clock here, and you'll finish at 11 o'clock there. We'll have lunch together at noon."

Ji Zitong's face shows some embarrassment.

"I'm afraid I can't. I have a client to see at noon today."

Yan Beichen

Can't hear Yan Beichen's answer, Ji Zitong's brow is frowning.

Ji Zitong explained: "my client made an appointment last week and can't change it, so let's have dinner together next time."

Yan Beichen

Yan Beichen light way: "my this side meeting wants to start, hang up first."

Having said that, Yan Beichen hung up.

Listening to the "Dudu" sound coming from the mobile phone, Ji Zitong frowns tightly.

What does Yan Beichen mean? You're not angry, are you? There's nothing to be angry about, right?

When I hung up, it was almost nine o'clock.

Ji Zitong's in the mind thinks, about is oneself think much, now is nine o'clock, it's time for a meeting, Yan Beichen is in order to concentrate on the meeting, so will anxiously hang up her phone.

Waiting for a while, Ji Zitong receives a call from Han Fanghua.

Ji Zitong chuckles.

Han Fanghua is here.

Han Fanghua came in through the back door of the hotel. However, there were reporters waiting at the back door. As soon as she appeared, she was immediately surrounded by reporters and finally got away.

To the reservation of the lounge, Ji Zitong has been waiting for her inside.

Because of being entangled by reporters, Han Fanghua sat down in the lounge, tired.

Those reporters are just like jackals and tigers and leopards, biting her to death. If she didn't struggle to break free, she would have been skinned.

Her face with delicate makeup, still can not hide the face of haggard, visible, from yesterday to now, Han Fanghua did not rest well.

"Those reporters are just wolves who eat people and don't spit bones!"

Han Fanghua's agent Hu Liuli is worried about his clothes.

Han Fanghua slumbers on the back of his chair.

Han Fanghua slightly raises his head and stares at Ji Zitong.

"Angel season, do you really have a way to clarify the facts?"

Until now, she still doubts whether Ji Zitong really has a way. After all, the things Fei Yuan sent to the Internet... Do exist. It's impossible to overturn the evidence.

But because Ji Zitong repeatedly promised to help her, so she would agree to open this news conference.

I don't know why, when Ji Zitong said that she could help her, she really believed that Ji Zitong had this ability.

"Miss Han doesn't believe me?"

"You'd better remember what you promised me." Han Fanghua frowned.

"Of course, I always keep my word!"

Ji Zitong takes out a U disk and hands it to Hu Liu.

Hu Liu looked at the U disk and asked: "what is this?"

"Of course, it's evidence. It can help Miss Han clean up her stigma. I'll tell you how to play it later when the press conference starts."

"Good!"

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On the other side, Mu Wanqing sat in front of the computer, staring at the live news conference on the computer screen.

Ten o'clock just arrived, Han Fanghua, Ji Zitong and Han Fanghua's agent Hu Liu slowly stepped onto the platform of the press conference.